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Zhan Junbai, you hot trash!

the way that zhan junbai believed to the very end that jiang yuelou and him were cut from the same cloth and just couldn’t fucking deal with the fact that jiang yuelou won and would get to have a loving and warm relationship with his trustworthy and loyal partner so then he embarked on a suicide mission to shoot chen yuzhi just so he could tell jiang yuelou off

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Jin Dacheng I literally the president of the Shipclub

Jin DaCheng is, in fact, the number 1 shipper of Jiang YueLou and Chen YuZhi and not just because he wants JYL to retire to a nice farm with his doctor and leave the commissioner position to him.

Well, maybe mostly because of that.

Zhan Junbai when he learned that Zhao Jingming is now accused of being San Ye

So many parallels between #TheDevilJudge and that other magnificent 2021 Asian“Bromance”#KillerAndHealer.

Down to the ending scene with both couples staring heart-eyes at each other from a distance, just because 💁🏽‍♂️

Captivating plot, savage twists, well-drawn female villains, criminal masterminds, men who would die for the man they love. Intimate touches, emotional hugs, caresses - lots. Both couples look after a daughter together and care for a fat white cat

Both leads are lawmen on a radical course to deliver justice in lawless times, irreversibly changing the lives of all who love them. Their love stories begin in conflict because of differing moral visions about justice and the value of human life

Both leading men’s psyches are profoundly shaped by shared themes: trauma as child orphans; daddy issues; cruel injustice; found family. These all inform their sense of responsibility to defend and protect the weak-by any means necessary

All the BL literacies - codes that empower BL fans to “queer” normative romance tropes, were present, providing cascades of “moe”. The way the mail leads’ character arcs explicitly target their evolving masculinity especially in the way they treat women as equals, is to be applauded.

Female villains are the other significant characters to get the BL treatment in The Devil Judge and Killer And Healer. Compellingly drawn, with a supreme sense of their own righteous power, they exercise bold, autonomous choices, including knowing when to withdraw from the game

Is there anything left to say about the 🔥🔥 chemistry between the touchy-feely leads whose only weakness is one man? Killer And Healer and The Devil Judge master what is often neglected in more explicit contemporary BLs, that much of the power of liveaction BL is in leaving room for imagination

Killer And Healer has the edge because unrequited female love is well handled - unambiguously and elegantly allowing the woman to continue her own journey, dignity and agency intact. Killer And Healer mlm couples are devoted to the men they love with no narrative deviation

Both are original screenplays BL fans loved so much they demanded the continuation of these amazing characters in their lives. The Devil Judge got a Manhwa.

Killer And Healer got a Canon Novel, an Audio Drama and an Official Post-Finale 26-min video with the explicit scenes that were too gay for censors

Killer and Healer is on YouTube and The Devil Judge is on Netflix

DID THE WRITERS MAKE A SPORT OUT OF HURTING YUELOU? FUCKS SAKE.

So, story time!

When I started watching Killer and Healer, I was (still am) in love with the song that used to play at the end of each episode. Even after I had finished watching the entire show, the song stuck with me. So, I used to listen to it almost on a daily basis while going to and coming back from school.

This was back in 2021. Basically when Spotify served the very purpose of its existence.

I remember being sad when I couldn't find it there. But, thanks to a very kind uploader on YouTube (they included the translated lyrics too, bless them), my moping didn't last long.

Fast forward to today, I found myself listening to the songs posted on the tag game posts. Among these was the title track of the show's OST.

Out of habit, I scrolled through playlists with the title Killer and Healer on Spotify before my search was finally over.

I don't know why I'm writing this. However, what I do feel is a whole ton of gratitude for the existence of fandoms. My heart is happy :>

So thank youuu 😭😭 (Thank you so much @killerandhealerqueen)

Here's the link if anyone wants to give it a listen:

https://spotify.app.link/6s3PzWQsIIb?_p=c71029c399067af1e71990fce9

And here's the video:

Thank youuu for the tag @killerandhealerqueen!

Favorite color: Lavender

Last song/album:

Last movie: Kubo and the two strings

Currently reading: Because of my habit of getting distracted, I have fallen into the fanfic rabbit hole. Again. To no one's surprise. (I have to complete reading a lot of books that have been collecting dust in my to-be-read list😭😭 and I have the audacity to want to buy books)

Currently watching: Finished a rewatch of Guardian(and rediscovered my thirst for Zhu Yilong), started a rewatch for Beyond Evil and Killer and Healer, (preparing to be a soulless being), on episode 9 of Ghost Doctor, on episode 3 of Mr. Queen.

Currently craving: blackcurrant ice-cream with bits of fruit in it.

Coffee or tea: Coffeeee

Tagging: @akanesoma @pineappland @koreanthrillerenjoyer @evil-moonlight @cyphernet @noctiselusio @tiffanylamps @kseniyagreen @forgive-and-take

Catch Up Meme

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

Favorite color: Green, mainly jewel tone greens

Last song/album:

Last movie: I haven't seen a movie in a while

Currently reading: Fanfics (need to get back to reading my Seishi Yokozimo mystery series)

Currently watching: Killer and Healer, the Spirealm (I'm up to ep. 70), Kei x Yaku: Abunai Aibou, Will Trent S2, Shogun (I haven't watched the last two eps. so I'm behind)

Currently craving: A good hug from my parents (I'm going home to see them in a few days and I can't WAIT)

Coffee or tea: Tea

Tagging:

@clawbehavior @jianglouyue @friendlynbhddevil @nineninepetals @noraigo

@hyperbolicgrinch @randomingoftherandomness and anyone else who wants to play

Jiang Yuelou…

Sir, why are you looking at him like that…

I too, am shook, Chen Yuzhi

“Don’t move?”  Don’t move?!  DON’T MOVE?!

Jiang Yuelou, you are confusing your husband

Do you not see the confusion in his eyes?!  They just scream “Jiang Yuelou, what are you doing?”

The look of concentration…he must make his husband look pretty

Zhao Moqing is not happy

The face of “Can I help you, bitch?”

The realization of “Ah, yes, it is…”

DID YOU JUST FUCKING WINK AT HIM?!

Chen Yuzhi.exe has stopped working

Tag your shows 😂

Because he likes him, Yongren, my god

when i tell you i let out the most inhuman noise 😭

sasss…..sassssss. SASSSSSSSS

the lady and the tramp scene with the spaghetti but with KH :D like noodles at their favorite noodle shop or trying a new restaurant together and they share a plate bc idk one of them isn’t hungry but the looking into the eyes and the pausing and the kiss THE KISS XD i’m soft now bye

Stop, wait, no, this is so

It had been a while since Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi had properly gone out on a date…like had gotten all dressed up and everything because both men were busy with their jobs and anytime they tried they were always interrupted

But finally, finally Jiang Yuelou was able to have a night off and decided to book a reservation at a new restaurant that neither of them had tried before (and decided to get a private room because he didn’t everyone watching them while they were trying to enjoy their evening)

Just a little before their reservation, Jiang Yuelou went to pick up Chen Yuzhi from his clinic and was quiet happy when he saw Chen Yuzhi closing the clinic instead of still working

“Yuzhi”

Chen Yuzhi turned at his name and when he saw Jiang Yuelou, he smiled tiredly

“Yuelou”

Jiang Yuelou then walked over to him and took him by the arm, giving it a small tug

“Come on, we’re gonna be late”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him in surprise

“Late?  Late for what?”

Jiang Yuelou smiled

“I made us a reservation at a nice restaurant…you know how long it’s been since we’ve had a proper date”

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widened and he shook his head

“But I’m not dressed—”

“Yuzhi, you look fine.  Now come on, we’ll be late for our reservation”

Chen Yuzhi sighed but allowed himself to be dragged along to the restaurant, the host quickly guiding them to the private room that Jiang Yuelou reserved, Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widening in shock

“A…private room?”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“Mm”

Chen Yuzhi blinked but said nothing as he and Jiang Yuelou looked at the menu, nothing really standing out to him that he wanted to eat

“Do you know what you’re going to have?”

Chen Yuzhi shook his head

“No…I’m not…really hungry”

Jiang Yuelou frowned

“You’re not?  How come?”

Chen Yuzhi shook his head

“I don’t know…I’m just not”

Jiang Yuelou frowned

“Well, it’s not good to not eat…so I’ll just order something and we can share, okay?”

Chen Yuzhi looked over at him before he smiled slightly

“Okay”

When the waiter came back, Jiang Yuelou ordered a meal to share and after the waiter had taken their orders, he left the room, leaving Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi alone

Once they were alone, Jiang Yuelou looked at Chen Yuzhi and frowned slightly

“Are you sure you’re okay?  You’re not sick, are you?”

Chen Yuzhi looked back at him before he shook his head

“No, no, I’m not…it’s just been busier than usual at the clinic so I’m a little tired”

Jiang Yuelou hummed and nodded

“I understand…things have been busier at the station too…but I’m glad we were able to have this time, finally”

Chen Yuzhi nodded, smiling slightly

“I can’t remember the last time we came to a nice place like this”

Jiang Yuelou smiled and nodded, and soon both men were just peacefully talking, sort of unwinding from the stressful day

Soon their food came and the waiter placed it down before them before he left, Jiang Yuelou picking up his fork

“Come on, Yuzhi.  You need to eat”

Chen Yuzhi nodded and picked up his fork, Jiang Yuelou allowing him to take the first bite before he took one himself

“Mm.  It’s good”

Chen Yuzhi nodded in agreement

“It is”

They continued to eat their meal until at one point, neither man realized that they had picked up the same piece of pasta until they had chewed on the noodle so much that their faces were super close to each other

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widened in shock, as did Jiang Yuelou’s, before Jiang Yuelou’s face softened and he leaned forward, kissing Chen Yuzhi softly on the lips

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widened even further before he shut his eyes and sighed into the kiss; Jiang Yuelou secretly thanking himself that he 1) booked a private room that had a closed door and 2) that he had ordered the one dish for him and Chen Yuzhi to share

He then bit the noodle in half before he pulled away, Chen Yuzhi blushing deeply as he covered his mouth to finish chewing while Jiang Yuelou just smirked proudly

“You’re lucky the door was closed”

Jiang Yuelou chuckled, just as the waiter opened the door and poked his head inside

“Everything tasting okay?”

Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi looked over at him before Jiang Yuelou nodded

“Everything tastes perfect”

The waiter smiled and nodded as Jiang Yuelou looked over at Chen Yuzhi and winked, Chen Yuzhi blushing deeply again before he gently smacked his arm

“Stop it”

Jiang Yuelou laughed before he picked up his fork and motioned to the pasta

“Come on, Yuzhi, we still have more to eat”

Chen Yuzhi hummed and picked up his fork as well before they began to eat again

After dinner and as they were heading home, Chen Yuzhi leaned against Jiang Yuelou and hummed

“This was nice.  Thank you”

Jiang Yuelou nodded as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of his head

“We should do it again”

“I’d like that”

They continued to head home before Jiang Yuelou suddenly stopped, making Chen Yuzhi look at him in confusion

“Yuelou?  What is it?”

Jiang Yuelou smiled

“You have something on your lips”

Chen Yuzhi blinked and reached up to touch his lips when Jiang Yuelou quickly grabbed his hand and swooped in, pressing a kiss to his lips again

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widened in surprise and Jiang Yuelou couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled away and licked his lips

“I think I got it”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him in shock before he huffed

“Shameless”

Jiang Yuelou grinned

“I’m your husband, Yuzhi.  I’m allowed to be a little shameless”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him before he grabbed him by the tie and yanked him forward, pressing a kiss to his lips that time, Jiang Yuelou’s eyes widening in surprise as Chen Yuzhi pulled away and smirked

“Then so am I”

Jiang Yuelou blinked before he laughed delightedly and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close as they began walking again

“Oh, I love you, Yuzhi”

Chen Yuzhi smiled softly

“I love you too, Yuelou”

Dude I love your fics! Not many write about Killer and Healer and it's one of favorite shows!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiang Yuelou/Chen Yuzhi Characters: Jiang Yuelou, Chen Yuzhi, Zhao Moqing, Zhao Jingming Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Violence, Healing, Superpowers, Villains, Villain Jiang Yuelou, Healer Chen Yuzhi, Eventual Happy Ending, Villain/Healer Relationship Series: Part 111 of 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer Summary:

In a world full of heroes and villains…Chen Yuzhi was neither; he was known as a “healer”, someone who came in after the fights between the hero and the villain to heal those who got hurt in the crossfire. And he didn’t mind being a healer, quite the contrary, but…being the only healer in Jing City made things a little…difficult for him because not only did he heal people after major fights between heroes and villains, but he healed them on a daily basis as his…”secret identity” was a doctor (but since he wasn’t considered a hero or a villain, it wasn’t exactly a secret identity). Some days, of course, were harder than other but Chen Yuzhi didn’t mind; he liked being a healer and he was quite proud to be one.

Stay With Me

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Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2027

Summary: Zoya takes care of a sick Nikolai, who happens to be down with the flu.

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The fierce winter winds howled outside, as Nikolai Lantsov lay in his bed, pale and feverish. The once vibrant and indomitable king now appeared frail, his skin flushed and clammy, his breath coming in labored gasps. The room was cold, despite the roaring fire in the hearth, the chill seeping through the stone walls and biting at Zoya's skin.

Zoya stood by his side, her expression a mask of composure that hid the turmoil within. She had seen him wounded before, seen him on the brink of death more times than she cared to count, but this was different. This was an enemy she couldn’t fight, an illness that didn’t respond to her powers or to any remedy they could find.

"Nik," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the wind. "You need to rest."

Nikolai’s eyes fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile. "Rest is for the dead, my dear," he replied, his voice hoarse. "And I am not quite there yet."

Zoya’s heart clenched at his words. "Don’t say that," she said sharply, her fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket. "You’re going to get better."

He reached out a trembling hand, covering hers with a touch that was both comforting and heartbreaking. "Zoya," he said softly, "we both know that’s not true. The healers have done all they can, and even you…" He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

Zoya looked away, unable to meet his gaze. She had tried everything, pouring all her power into him, but nothing worked. The flu was relentless, a silent killer that showed no mercy.

"I can't lose you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Nikolai squeezed her hand gently. "You are stronger than you know," he said. "And Ravka needs you. You’ve always been the strength behind the throne, Zoya. You can lead them without me."

"I don’t want to lead without you. You are the heart of Ravka."

He smiled then; a ghost of his usual grin. "Then you’ll have to be its heart and soul."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back. She had to be strong for him, for Ravka, for herself. "I don’t know how to do this without you," she admitted.

"You’ll find a way," he assured her. "You always do."

Hours passed, the night dragging on in a haze of fever and whispered conversations. Nikolai spoke of plans and contingencies, of allies and enemies, trying to prepare her for a future without him.

It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he knew it was necessary. He had to make sure she would be alright, even if he wasn’t there to see it.

"You know, when I’m gone, you should really redecorate this room. Maybe something less gloomy. Brighten it up a bit."

Zoya rolled her eyes, despite the ache in her chest. "Stop talking like that," she said, her voice hard. "You’re not going anywhere."

"Always the optimist," he chuckled weakly. "But seriously, Zoya. Promise me you’ll take care of things. Of yourself. Of Ravka."

"I promise," she said, her voice trembling. "But I’m not giving up on you. You’re too stubborn to die from something as mundane as the flu."

"I do like to make a grand exit," he admitted with a tired smile. "But just in case, you should know… I trust you. More than anyone. You’ll make a fantastic queen."

Zoya’s breath caught in her throat. "Don’t you dare," she whispered fiercely. "Don’t you dare leave me."

His eyes softened, and he reached up to touch her cheek. "I wish I didn’t have to," he said. "But you’ll be alright. You’re the strongest person I know."

She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes against the flood of emotions. "You’re not allowed to die, Nikolai Lantsov," she said, her voice breaking. "I forbid it."

He tried to laugh, but it quickly turned into a fit of coughing that left him gasping for breath. "Is that an order, my Queen?" he managed to choke out between coughs.

"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling as she handed him a cloth to wipe his mouth. "An order from your queen."

His smile faded, replaced by a look of profound sadness. "I wish I could obey," he said softly. "But some things are beyond even a privateer’s control."

The night dragged on, and Nikolai grew weaker, his breathing more labored. Zoya stayed by his side, refusing to leave him even for a moment. She held his hand, whispered reassurances, and tried to keep the fear at bay.

Nikolai's coughs continued to grow frequent through the night, each one more violent than the last. The sound echoed through the room, a harsh reminder of the relentless grip of his illness. Zoya clung to his hand, trying to pour her strength into him, but she could feel him slipping away.

The room seemed to close in around them, the walls a silent witness to their anguish.

"Stay with me," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Just a little longer."

Nikolai's eyes flickered open, and he managed a faint smile. "I'm trying," he coughed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard, Zoya. So hard."

She brushed a damp lock of hair from his forehead, her touch tender despite the turmoil inside her. "You have to keep fighting," she said, her voice fierce. "For me. For Ravka."

He closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. "I'm so tired," he admitted. "I don't know if I can."

Zoya's heart clenched at his words. She had never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so close to giving up. She had to be strong for him, had to keep him grounded in the world of the living.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back. She had to be strong for him, had to show him that she could carry on. "I can't lose you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Not now. Not ever."

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at her with a mixture of love and sadness. "You won't lose me," he said softly. "I'll always be with you. In your heart."

The minutes stretched into an eternity, the night closing in around them. Each cough wracked Nikolai's body, leaving him weaker, his breaths more labored. Zoya's heart ached with every labored inhale, every painful exhale.

"Do you remember," she said softly, trying to distract him from the pain, "the night we first met?

Nikolai's lips twitched in a faint smile. "I remember," he said, his voice barely audible. "You saw right through me."

"And you never gave up," she continued, her voice thick with emotion. "You fought for Ravka, for all of us."

His eyes opened, and for a moment, there was clarity in his gaze. "Promise me you'll keep fighting, even when I'm gone."

A sob caught in her throat, but she forced it down. She had to be strong for him, had to keep him grounded in the world of the living.

"I promise," she said, her voice breaking. "But you're not gone yet, Nikolai. Stay with me. Please."

"Zoya, I. .. I love you."

The words broke something inside her, and she felt tears spill down her cheeks. "I love you too." She leaned over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his burning forehead. "So much. Please, don't leave me."

He gripped her strong hands with his pale and trembling fingers and pressed her knuckles to his lips. "Be strong," he whispered, "for me."

And then, with a quiet exhale, Nikolai Lantsov, King of Ravka, grew still. His hand went limp in hers, and Zoya felt a profound emptiness settle in the room.

He was gone.

Gone.

For a moment, she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. She stared at his still form, unable to comprehend the reality of his death.

"No," she whispered, her voice breaking. "No, please. Come back. Please, Nikolai."

But there was no response, no sign of life. The man who had been her anchor, her strength, was gone, leaving her alone in a world that suddenly felt unbearably empty.

She clung to him, her tears falling onto his lifeless chest. "You promised," she sobbed. "You promised you wouldn't leave me."

She couldn't contain her grief any longer. She screamed.

She screamed, a guttural cry that echoed through the room and mingled with the howling wind outside. It was a raw, primal sound of loss and anguish, carried away by the winds that seemed to mourn with her.

Outside, the storm raged on.

Zoya's heart felt shattered, her entire being consumed by the void left in Nikolai's absence. She collapsed beside his bed, her sobs wracking her body.

Eventually, the healers came, their faces solemn as they gently took Nikolai's body away. Zoya stood frozen, her eyes fixed on Nikolai's still form, unable to fully grasp the finality of his absence.

She watched them go mechanically, her movements slow and deliberate, as though moving through thick fog. The world seemed to move around her, but Zoya felt suspended in a moment that refused to end.

It was Genya's gentle touch on her shoulder that finally broke through the haze. Zoya turned to her, tears streaming down her face.

"We need to go," Genya said softly, her voice breaking the silence that enveloped them.

Zoya nodded wordlessly, allowing Genya to guide her out of the room.

Each step felt heavy with the weight of the loss. As they walked away from Nikolai's bedside, Zoya couldn't shake the feeling that a part of her had been left behind with him.

Outside, the morning light filtered through the windows, casting a somber glow over the palace halls.

"Zoya, we need you. Ravka needs you."

Zoya took a deep breath, steeling herself against the pain. She had promised Nikolai she would be strong, that she would carry on. She couldn't let him down.

"I know," she said, her voice steady despite the tears still streaming down her face. "I'll be there."

Genya nodded silently. She knew this feeling.

"I remember when David..." Genya began softly, her voice carrying the weight of her own memories. "When he died, it felt like the world had stopped. Like I couldn't breathe without him."

Zoya looked at her, gratitude mingling with her grief. "How did you do it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "How did you cope with it?"

Genya sighed, her eyes reflecting the pain of her past loss. "At first, I didn't cope. I just existed, moving through the days because I had to. But then I realized... David wouldn't want me to just exist. He would want me to live, to find purpose again."

Zoya listened intently, drawing strength from Genya's words. "And did you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Genya nodded, a small smile touching her lips despite the sadness in her eyes. "It took time, Zoya. Time and the support of friends like you. I found solace in helping others, in channeling my grief into something meaningful."

"You did everything you could," She murmured softly, brushing a strand of hair from Zoya's tear-streaked face. "He knew that. Nikolai knew."

"But it wasn't enough," Zoya whispered, her voice filled with anguish.

Zoya swallowed hard. "I want to honor Nikolai's memory," she admitted, her voice wavering. "But right now, I don't know how."

Genya reached out, squeezing Zoya's hand gently. "You will," she said with quiet conviction. "In your own time, in your own way. And until then, I'll be here for you, just like you were there for me."

They stood together in the alcove, the two women bound by grief and resilience.

As the morning light grew brighter outside, casting long shadows on the palace walls, Zoya felt a flicker of determination ignite within her.

She would carry on for Nikolai, for Ravka, and for herself, knowing that though his physical presence was gone, his legacy would endure in the strength of those who loved him. With Genya beside her, offering silent support and understanding, Zoya took a deep breath, ready to face the challenges ahead with newfound resolve and purpose.